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I peered from the object to the two figures and back again.

I reached out and took it, holding the blanket closed with my other hand. I opened it and found a flat strip of plastic inside. It was flimsy, like a length of sellotape.

The smaller figure made a motion for me to put it on my neck.

“You must be kidding me,” I said. “I’m not putting this anywhere near my skin until you tell me what’s going on.”

The men didn’t say a word. They just kept making that same motion with their hands for me to put it on.

I was naked.

I was scared.

And I was in a room with two figures I assumed were men. I don’t know why I assumed that. It was the worst-case scenario, I guess.

I glanced at the only door out of that cold sterile room. It was located behind them. Even if I could get to it, I was going to be just as cold and naked out there as I was in here.

I ran my finger along the sticky side of the tape. I took a little comfort in the fact nothing bad happened. I placed it on my neck the way they gestured and waited.

“Can you understand what I’m saying?” the first figure said.

I was relieved to hear them speaking English.

“Of course I can understand you,” I said. “Why didn’t you guys speak to me before?”

“We couldn’t,” the first figure said. “Well, we could but you wouldn’t have understood us.”

“Wait,” I said, picking up on the tone of their voices. “Are you guys really girls?”

“Yes. We are females. Like you.”

That was a relief. A small one. But it still helped.

“What am I doing here?” I said. “Am I in some kind of hospital?”

“No. This is not a hospital. It’s the Wake Up Room.”

“What does that mean?” I said.

“You were brought here from a great distance. We were worried it would take some time for you to wake up but you appear to be fine.”

I pressed a hand to my head. I felt a headache coming on.

“Please, sit down,” the figure said. “You’re still recovering from such a long sleep.”

I sat down and wavered unsteadily side to side. I leaned forward and braced my elbows on my knees. I didn’t feel so hot.

“Feelings of sickness will pass,” the figure said. “My assistant needs to check your life signs. Do you mind?”

I waved a hand for them to do whatever they needed to do. Anything had to be better than his headache.

The machine made a low humming noise and the light blinked green.

“Normal,” the second figure said.

“Good,” the first figure said. Then she turned to me. “Can you tell me where you come from?”

Finally, some questions that made sense.

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